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Never work late

Date: 3/19/2017, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

fight for long. The taste repulses me and I feel so humiliated. But my tongue still swirls and teases your throbbing cock, almost intrigued by every bump and vein on it as it grows hard and stretches my mouth more, sliding deeper into my throat. I'm not accustomed to it but my choking and gagging milks your cock effectively. I suck in air through my nose as your cock fills my throat. I do not know how much longer I can stand this but that is not your concern. My only pleasure will be to receive another load of cum, this time in my mouth. You pull out of my throat just when you are ready to cum again. My mouth is quickly filled with your cum. Hot, salty and pasty, dripping from the corners of my mouth unable to swallow fast enough to contain it all. I choke and gag on your cum, but you only push your cock into my throat again, forcing the cum down into my gullet. You pull your cock from my lips, my tongue licking at it is withdrawn. “You’ve sucked cock before, whore.” I hope it will be over when you pull out of my mouth, but something tells me you don't intend to stop, or forget about the whipping, as I feel your thick, rough fingers pinching my aching clit. “You owe me something, don’t you, slut?” I shiver in fear as you reach inside your bag of torture. “Please, no, not that,” I exclaim. My eyes widen as you pulled out a riding crop. “I did what you said, don’t.” “You dropped the chains and you screamed. Now I will give you a reason to scream. Make me hard again and I will ... fuck your pussy this time. Of course your pussy will be sore. Sore from the whipping I am going to give it,” you laughed, your right hand hefting the riding crop and slapping it hard onto the table. My body jumped from the noise. I could almost feel the crop hitting me. “Not between my legs, please not there,” begging with tears in my eyes. It was inhuman to hit a girl between the legs, on her sensitive sex. And then you intended to fuck me. I knew it was going to be painful, but I could not imagine how bad. The first slap of the crop hit my inner thigh. The scream torn from my lips rang out in the empty room. The burning took seconds to reach my brain. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. By time my breathing returned, the crop was already on its way down, this time finding my other inner thigh, the sensitive flesh leading up to my pussy. “OOOOOWWWWW,’ NNOOO mooore,” I screamed, tears running down my face. My legs pulled on the ropes, trying to close them, to prevent you from inflicting any more pain on me, but you had done a good job. The rope held tight. The plane of my sex was raised up, exposed and naked, waiting for the crop to beat its painful path along it. “Just going to make you tender, bitch. I like my cunts to scream.” I watched in slow motion as the crop came down between my legs. I could see it hit my pussy, splitting my pussy lips down the center to slap harshly against my pink inner lips. I felt nothing for seconds. Then it hit my brain. “EEEEEHHH,” my ...